# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | How sweet to leave the world awhile | | | | | | | |
102 | At anchor laid, remote from home | | | | | | | |
103 | O, not my own these verdant hills | | | | | | | |
104 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
105 | Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies | | | | | | | |
106 | Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin | | | | | | | |
107 | From deep distress and troubled thoughts | | | | | | | |
108 | Stay, Thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
109 | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |
110 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
111 | Trembling before Thine awful throne | | | | | | | |
112 | Though I walk through the gloomy vale | | | | | | | |
113 | I will extol Thee, Lord, on high | | | | | | | |
114 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
115 | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
116 | Come, let our voices join to raise | | | | | | | |
117 | My God, accept my early vows | | | | | | | |
118 | Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will | | | | | | | |
119 | God of the rolling orbs above | | | | | | | |
120 | Let the seventh angel sound on high | | | | | | | |
121 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
122 | Loud hallelujahs to the Lord | | | | | | | |
123 | My soul, thy great Creator praise | | | | | | | |
124 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
125 | Great God in vain man's narrow view | | | | | | | |
126 | Lord, visit Thy forsaken race | | | | | | | |
127 | Glory to Thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
128 | Saviour, when night involves the skies | | | | | | | |
129 | Great God, to Thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
130 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
131 | My soul before Thee prostrate lies | | | | | | | |
132 | Where two or three with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
133 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
134 | How long, O Lord, shall I complain | | | | | | | |
135 | That day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
136 | Descend from heaven, immortal Dove | | | | | | | |
137 | What are those soul-reviving strains | | | | | | | |
138 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
139 | When, marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
140 | The heavens declare Thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
141 | Behold the heathen waits to know | | | | | | | |
142 | Soon may the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
143 | The Lord is come; the heavens proclaim | | | | | | | |
144 | Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design | | | | | | | |
145 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
146 | Who shall ascend Thy heavenly place | | | | | | | |
147 | Why droops my soul with grief oppressed? | | | | | | | |
148 | As, in soft silence, vernal showers | | | | | | | |
149 | The darkened sky, how thick it lowers | | | | | | | |
150 | Haste, traveller, haste! the night comes on | | | | | | | |
151 | Eternal Spirit, we confess | | | | | | | |
152 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
153 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
154 | Assembled at thy great command | | | | | | | |
155 | Pour out Thy spirit from on high | | | | | | | |
156 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
157 | Lord, I am Thine, but Thou wilt prove | | | | | | | |
158 | As when the weary traveler gains | | | | | | | |
159 | Almighty Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
160 | Kingdoms and thrones to God belong | | | | | | | |
161 | All scenes alike engaging prove | | | | | | | |
162 | Father of heaven, whose love profound | | | | | | | |
163 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
164 | Where is my God? Does He retire | | | | | | | |
165 | Man has a soul of vast desires | | | | | | | |
166 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
167 | Dear is the hallowed morn to me | | | | | | | |
168 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
169 | How blesssed the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
170 | Thus saith the wisdom of the Lord | | | | | | | |
171 | Blessed who with generous pity glows | | | | | | | |
172 | Soft be the gently-breathing notes | | | | | | | |
173 | Thou art, O God, the Life and Light | | | | | | | |
174 | Ye Christian heralds, go proclaim | | | | | | | |
175 | Go, messenger of peace and love | | | | | | | |
176 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
177 | Time's gilded tints, hope's golden gleam | | | | | | | |
178 | Return, O wanderer, return | | | | | | | |
179 | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
180 | Though earthly friends estranged may grow | | | | | | | |
181 | When Power divine in mortal form | | | | | | | |
182 | When Jordan hushed his waters still | | | | | | | |
183 | He dies! the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
184 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
185 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
186 | Hasten, O sinner, to be wise | | | | | | | |
187 | Behold the Saviour at thy door! | | | | | | | |
188 | When we, our weary limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
189 | To honor those who gave us birth | | | | | | | |
190 | Lord, when Thine ancient people cried | | | | | | | |
191 | Buried in shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
192 | Here at Thy cross, my dying God | | | | | | | |
193 | Lord, how secure and blessed are they | | | | | | | |
194 | Lord, Thou hast searched, and seen me through | | | | | | | |
195 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
196 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
197 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
198 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
199 | In vain we seek for peace with God | | | | | | | |
200 | All hail the power of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |